Kylie POV
We quickly get to work on the walls, while I'm forced to lay the sheet rock alone, Senior's argument being, 'You caused the mess, be glad I'm even helping!'
Well, in case you already forgot, you BEGGED me to defend you and! I was DEFENDING you!
But he did have a small point, so I did the work anyways, gotta earn my rent somehow.
And it wasn't like he wasn't helping at all, he was painting over my white peaces of sheet rock to match the halls light toffee color, his excuse was that he was concerned that I would waste paint attempting to make an asymmetrical masterpiece or something, total bull.
But hey, at least he was helping... and he would probably get in the way of sheet rock laying if he was working alongside me, and I feel like that was the one of the real reasons he hadn't joined me that he didn't use, since that would be admitting he was kinda useless. At least compared to me.
"Hey Senior, I'm bored," I say, adding some not-spicy bored_voice filter into my voice.
"Well, lets have a nice chat, nothing too weird since there may be some people listening," He says as he paints another piece of sheet rock I placed.
"Can you tell me why you chose the name Senior?" I ask, I don't think I ever asked why he named himself Senior.
"Because I'm an egotistical piece of shit, and when I was in my Senior year, I thought it was a cool name, and I still do believe it's a good name," He says.
There was a silence for a few minutes before he stops and asks, "Why? You don't like it? Cause if you don't, suck my toes, pack your bags, and get the fuck outta here!"
"No, it's just I thought there was a significantly deeper meaning than that," I say.
"Like what?" He demands.
"Like, I got the name Senior because you were the oldest son, and so I had to take care of everyone," I say.
He then proceeds to mock me for saying something that could be loosely tied to responsibility.
"It was only an idea!" I retort, looking at him, who was looking at me before quickly turning and admiring his handiwork with the paintbrush.
I sigh, 'Boys... So blatant, yet I still have to act like I didn't see shit...'
I then continue my wicked fast pace of placing the sheet rock against the wall.
"You up for a movie tonight? Cause you know, we already did a guitar playoff so recently, so I need to think of another way to chea- er... I mean develop a strategy to beat you cau-" He starts rambling.
"Sure, I would love to," I say, this time it was my turn to turn my face to admire and my handiwork to hide my blush.
'Should I be even capable of blushing?' I ponder.
"Sure to what?" He asks, confused since he completely forgot about him offering to watch a movie.
"You said you we're gonna watch a movie tonight, so you better find a good one, and not some of your Tifa porn shit," I say in a mock stern voice.
This time he stops painting completely and slowly turns towards me, "Fortunately the floors are the same color as the walls," He says, raising his paintbrush at me before flicking spots of paint in my general direction, fortunately he wasn't really aiming, so there were no critical hits.
Frustrated at the few hits he's done, I speed over to him before he has time to reload, quickly doing a Cocaine Instigating Agency level take down, laughing at his pitiful attempts to get out of my choke hold.
His desperate clawing stops, and he slumps over, sleeping.
Wait a second, that's not supposed to happen!
Damn human fragility...
* (Hoped you enjoy Kylie's POV a little)
Senior POV
When I awake I was laying on the couch in a sleeping position with a remote on the right and a movie in front of me, and I woke up right at the FUCKING KISSING SCENE!
I'm gonna puke... And she'll get it! Let's goooooo!!!
I looked to my left to see Kylie sitting on her knees like a schoolgirl, actually she was kinda dressed as one as well.
"Did you fall asleep again, senpai?" She asks, in a cutsy voice that if it wasn't directed to me, it would've caused me to (nearly) puke again.
"OK, what did you do? Cause I think you gave me the wonderful present of giving me a concussion," I groan as a migraine slaps my head like a bassist slaps his base.
"Uhhh... you wanted to watch a movie with me... and then asked me to dress up in this weird outfit..." She says in an innocent and harmless tone.
And if I know one thing, it's that if someone is trying to sound like that round these parts... they're straight up lying, or trying to exploit you.
"Before that..." I sigh, waving my hand in the air in a circular motion, like I was trying to rewind some imaginary tape.
"Oh yeah! Before that you asked me too do this!"
"Wha-"
*MMPH!*